This is a song about "Question"

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Asking the same ol question, why are we all

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Shit its out of the question

Whats your question, please restate,

When the club gets played

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

Don't worry bout a thang baby

So dont question me or else you'll see

If you wanted a date, don't come

And dart forth the familiar question/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I'm the answer to every question, pass cancer,